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Under the Cherry Blossoms |
| Written by Yesenia Rodriguez | |
| Monday, 21 April 2008 | |
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There is nothing scarier than his voice. I can hear him while the house moans in the wind. My skin crawls and I can feel him close to me. “Lacy.”, he whispers my name close to my ear. I stay still, hoping he will go away. I can feel his breath against my cheek; it feels cold and dark like him. I feel empty. He touches my hand and I can’t stop myself from screaming. I wake. I can feel the leaves catching in my hair; a branch that touches my cheek like cold, dead fingers. I’m so afraid but I hold my breath, waiting, expectant. I know he’s close by, for I can feel him almost as if he were holding me. “Lacy, come here.” his words seem to whisper like icicles stabbing at my chest and I can’t breath. Something touches, caresses me and the scream locked in my throat is released. I wake again. Stifling, without air, buried in what feels like sand. Where am I? I can’t breathe yet I can still feel him beside me. Who is he? What does he want?I’m so scared and I’m dying, and he breathes easily next to me. I’m afraid to turn, to see him. I’m suffocating. He feels so close to me. He touches my neck. His hand is so cold; I’m freezing. I try to scream but there is no air left in my lungs, no breath to spare and wake me from this nightmare. I can’t wake up. My eyelashes are frozen; my hair like crystals. He touches me and I break into a thousand pieces. Please, please find me. Find me under the cherry blossoms when the ground thaws in spring. Find me where he buried me that I can be at peace. Copyright 2008 Yesenia Rodriguez |
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